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When he wakes up, his head doesn't hurt. His first thought:
There was tequila. My head doesn't hurt. That's strange.
Cooper's head moves on the pillow. He sees wrappers scattered on the nightstand. When he looks the other way, he sees a blonde head.
His eyes close.
His second thought:
...oh, damn.
There was tequila. My head doesn't hurt. That's strange.
Cooper's head moves on the pillow. He sees wrappers scattered on the nightstand. When he looks the other way, he sees a blonde head.
His eyes close.
His second thought:
...oh, damn.
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Date: 2006-10-24 06:58 pm (UTC)She rolls over, tugging the covers with her and mumbling something incoherent without opening her eyes.
She's rather clearly not wearing anything underneath said covers.
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